Chapter 521: Scarlet Sunset

The distant sky rolled up the wild sand. Numerous Turkic horses were like flying galaxies. They shuttled through the desert like a meteor, and the horses hoofed the ground, shaking the mountains.
The knights on horsebacks were dressed in safari robes, wearing safari felt hats, and their sunken eyes were wild blue, with sharp noses like the character of the Turkic people. The knights' faces were filled with excitement and greed, and countless sharp scimitars were held high in their stout arms, shining in the cold light under the sunlight.
The Turks are here! The dust of the sky seems to be a dark cloud falling from the sky, and their speed is several times faster than imagined! The tens of thousands of warhorses struggling to hiss, galloping in the desert, the spectacular scene is heartening Frightened.
The sound of the sky seemed to shake Lin Wanrong's heart out, looking at the dark clouds, sand and horses in the distance mixed with people, and the desolation was incomparably shocking, no matter how great you are, in this unparalleled momentum In front of them, they will become extremely small.
Lin Wanrong's eyes widened, his face flushed with red blood, and his blood was flowing in the blood vessels all over his body, gradually heating.
"Brothers, ready--" With a wave of Du Xiuyuan's sword, tens of thousands of Dahua generals and soldiers quickly settled down. They looked a little nervous in their solemn faces. For the first time on the battlefield, the spear in their hands carried a little trembling.
Scouts along the way came quickly to report, nervous feeling permeated everyone's heart, Dahua's first battle is finally about to start!
Lin Wanrong, who was at the forefront, couldn't remember anything at this moment, and only heard the rumbling horseshoe in his ear, flashed in front of his eyes. Only the Hu people's sharp sword. At this faint moment of life and death, even the most timid coward has an impulse to burn with blood.
Battlefield that can turn a coward into a hero!
Forty miles, thirty miles, twenty miles ... more than ten thousand iron riders. At an unthinkable speed, ordinary people are advancing forward quickly, and gradually, the vibration is getting louder and louder, and the dust and sand are lifting the ten miles into the impenetrable fog. The caps are clearly visible.
"The Hu people are ten miles away from me-" The scout in front sighed and tightened everyone's hearts instantly. Countless soldiers stared into the distance, crushing the knife in their hands.
"Five miles-" Lin Wanrong held his breath, as if the heavens and the earth were frozen at this moment. He couldn't hear any more, looking at the tusks of a man close at hand.
The sky's dust brushed across his face, and sand poured into the corner, bitter taste. Lin Wanrong spit out saliva, but was surprised to find out. In the distance, Hu Yun seemed to be slowly slowing down, and the hoof sounds became thinner.
After a while, the endless flying clouds seemed to suddenly stop. I can't hear the hissing of the steed, and a few horseshoes were pulled into my ears. Turkish cavalry slowly stopped the pace of movement. Wasser eardrum.
Tens of thousands of knights, just walk and stop, stop and stop, and even the warhorse is just right. It was clean and neat, and stopped two or three miles away from Wuyuan City. The Turkic cavalry was really powerful and terrible.
Lin Wanrong sank in his heart and gained a clearer understanding of the combat capabilities of the Hu people.
"Why did the Hu people stop suddenly?" Du Xiuyuan stood beside him, frowning and asked, "Is there anything abnormal they found?"
Lin Wanrong's face was sinking like water, shaking his head slightly, and Ren Fengsha was beating his cheek. Just before the hoofs of the hoarse deserted, it seemed as if there was a sudden silence. The hissing of the steeds, the hunting sound of the flying flags, seemed so insignificant in the ears of all the soldiers. The deadly silence on the battlefield, and the sound of a steel needle falling to the ground, can arouse both sides' vigilance.
Lin Wanrong leapt to the highest mound, took a long shouting microphone made of Diabolo, and shouted into the distance: "The Turkic junior listened well, I am the marshal Lin Sanye, the right-wing pioneer of Dahua Million Lions! Where is Nursoh ?! "
He gathered strength all over his body, and his voice came out of the microphone all the way down. In the wind and sand, there was an invigorating vitality.
All Turkic people on the other side were silent, no one responded to his shout, but the fierce light flashed in his eyes, but shot through the desert sand toward Wuyuan City.
"If Nursuoha has caught up, with the Turkish ferocity, he will never flinch or answer. It seems that he is still in the back army and has not had time to reach the front." Du Xiuyuan followed He calmly analyzed around him.
Lin Wanrong nodded and shouted: "Here we are Turkic villains who have attacked our country and invaded the borders of Dahua. It is unreasonable to slaughter my people. In the name of Dahua Lion Lion Marshal, I retreated at an equal speed. Let Turkic Bijakhan write a surrender book and send it to my Dahua dynasty. If you do n’t listen to the admonishment, you will worship the emperor of the dynasty. If you do n’t listen to the advice, you will do it alone. "!, There was a restlessness in the Turkic formation opposite, and the warhorse continued to hiss, thinking that he heard his shout, someone translated it, and the Turkic fire broke out. The warhorse on the opposite side began to move slowly, and the hoof sound gradually began to growl.
Suddenly, a dull hoof broke the tranquility on both sides.The neat formation of the Turkic people slowly moved away from the two sides.A group of horses rushed up from the back of the Turkic people. The last wolf's head with a large mouth opened is clearly visible. A high-headed Ma Yaowu Yangwei of a great horse under his control immediately sat a Turkic man with deep eyes and a high nose. He is much larger than an ordinary Turkic man, holding a heavy mace in his hand, curling his hair, his eyes fierce, and his open blood basin flashing cold. Judging by his appearance and momentum, it should be Turkic pioneer Nur stud.
This Turkic Uri yelled, his voice could be heard without the help of a shouting microphone, and his voice was really terrible.
Lin Wanrong couldn't understand what the uncle was saying, and Du Xiuyuan whispered: "General, this person is Nur stud. He said he will fight you, capture you, and take your heart and lungs."
Lin Wanrong burst into flames and shouted into the microphone: "Nor Stud, you don't learn anything, you talked nonsense when I came to Dahua. If you have a species, you will fight with my Dahua million people. Grandpa Lin today I must tell you to see me amazing! "
There was obviously an interpreter over there, and Nursuo screamed loudly, his drums like copper bells, and his big furry hand waving, and I didn't know what to say in nonsense. The Turkic Brigade suddenly sang like a blast of sand, rushing forward in unison.
Turkic horses are extremely fast, and the knights are all grown up on horseback. They are extremely skilled in the action. In the blink of an eye, the dark clouds of Pentium come back, and countless flying locusts are flowing like sand. The earth was so loud that it shook people's eardrums. That momentum, that momentum, is better than any other.
Lin Wanrong's heart leaped and shouted, "Brothers, prepare--"
The scout's voice in front yelled: "The Huren are three miles from me--"
"Hu Ren is two miles away from me--"
"Stop the gun !!" Lin Wanrong brushed out his sword and Yingying Xueguang soared into the sky. He made a long roar, and looked so majestic in the sound of the horse's hoof.
"Boom" and "Boom", Du Xiuyuan moved into two artillery pieces in the city, with a howling howl, vomiting his anger straight into the distance. The cannonball with a long shout, drawn a beautiful arc, was falling in the middle of the Hutongs. Several Turks and horses flew in flesh and blood, and the flames of the sky burst into the sky. Dozens of Hutongs were lost in the sea of ​​fire.
The blood seemed to arouse the ferociousness of the Turks. The brigade's footsteps did not stop at all. They stepped on the fragments of the corpses of warhorses and their companions, shouting incomprehensible slogans. Tens of thousands of war horses seemed to be rolling clouds, and the wind galloped toward Wuyuan City. The momentum changed the colors of the heavens and the earth.
The two guns kept roaring, and the cannons were hot. However, compared with the Hu people, this fire is only a waste of money, and how can it stop the Turks from marching. The Hu people dropped dozens of corpses, but the Ten Thousand Horses team immediately broke through the blockade of artillery and directly pressed Wuyuan City.
Three hundred feet, two hundred feet, and one hundred feet, the arrows of the Hu people fell down the city with the sound of the wind.
"Rocketer!" Du Xiuyuan waved his long sword, and eighty rockets held long bows in hand and aimed at the Huren to ride. Thousands of rockets launched together. The Turks who rushed to the front fell off their horses, and the fire instantly ignited their clothes. There were endless screams. The Turks who followed them were unending, passed quickly through the injured companion, and went to the city in a blink of an eye. Picking up the bow and arrow in his hand, he shot towards the city.
"Serial crossbow-" Lin Wanrong set off a streamer and drank steadily.
A crossbowman has already rushed forward to take the place of the Rockets. This serial crossbow has been carefully modified by Xu Yiqing and has accurate shooting. Fast speed, very suitable for defensive operations. Countless serial crossbows shoot like locusts at the hooves in front of them.
The Turkic people saw that they were only a few dozen feet away from the city wall, but they were turned over by this powerful series of crossbowmen. The screams were endless, and the killings were much stronger than the artillery and the rocket.
Suddenly, the Turkic array drank a few times, and the four or five thousand black suits were usually killed by heavy riding winds and rushed towards the city. The Turk was riding heavy armor, with his body tightly attached to the horse's mane, his face was more sturdy, and his horse was moving more quickly. The serial crossbowman is too late to shoot.
This is the time for the white-bladed battle! A Turkian heavy horse jumps across the earth wall and is passing over his head, becoming the first person that the Turkic attacked Wuyuan City.
Lin Wanrong burst into a loud voice, the blade was stirred, and the blood was splashing. The Turkic horse was cut in half by him, and the Turkic knight fell heavily on the ground. Lin Wanrong stepped forward, gathered all his strength, stabbed into the chest of the man, and the long blood was rising into the sky, which was falling on his helmet, and the hot blood on his face stimulated him to boil, there was a burning sensation .
Lin Wanrong shouted a long roar, and pulled out a long knife from the Hu's chest.
"Kill--" He gathered his life strength and yelled loudly.
"Kill--", the generals were inspired by him, and the blood in his chest ignited instantly. Numerous shouts rose into the sky, and the brave Dahua Erlang rushed out of the bunker and fought with the Hu Ren on a heavy horse.
The fierceness of the Turks is well-deserved, with excellent riding skills, exquisite swordsmanship, height and strength, and infinite strength. There are no unnecessary tricks, and every sword has a great potential.
These 10,000 elite soldiers are all elites brought by Shandong Wan Wanrong from Shandong. They are second to none in Dahua. Their lethality is not strong, but compared with the heavy riding of the Renren, the gap is still obvious. In the battle with Hu Ren, the gap between physical strength and experience gradually emerged.
The Turks' sword is simple and practical, and almost every blow is fatal, but the Dahua soldiers are enthusiastic, not afraid of death, and make up for their physical disadvantages with unparalleled confidence.
The two sides fiercely killed each other, and the Turkic people continued to halt their halberds. Numerous Dahuaerlangs fell down, and the blood on their chests stained the dust of the desert.
There is knife light everywhere, blood stains everywhere, the small Wuyuan, the fortress on the flat ground, and it has instantaneously evolved into a coordinate that will always be remembered in the history of Dahua and Turkic.
"Ah-" The terrifying long cymbal sounded, and a Dahua general killed his eyes, but it was a thigh that had been cut off by the Hu Ren, and in the blood, he jumped on one leg like a blood-stained God of War. He pressed the Hu Ren under him severely, opening his mouth like a Turkic bite. The Hu yelled, a machete pierced his chest, and the tip of the knife picked up his intestines, and the blood shone on the ground.
"Wangba, you eight times your ancestor--" Lin Wanrong yelled, his eyes cracked, and he jumped up like a lion. He rushed forward and aimed at the head of the Hu dog. Spread throughout Wuyuan City: "Hybrids, I chop you-Hu-Hua-Hybrids, you all come, come to me-"
Looking at his crazy look, Gao Jie was startled and hurried to protect him. Du Xiuyuan cut off the neck of Hu Ren with a slash and rushed to him in front of him: "General, general--"
Lin Wanrong's fingers clamored slowly, slowly closing the eyes of the dead general, his eyes and screaming, "Brother Du, how many Hu people have broken into Wuyuan?"
Du Xiuyuan slashed the flowing stream from the branch and replied: "At least 50%."
Lin Wanrong looked around, and the yellow sand of Wuyuan City had already been stained red with blood, and countless children fell into the desert, standing, lying, and languishing with the Huren. No one's body was Complete, no one can close their eyes peacefully. The young body gradually merged with the desert.
Lin Wanrong's teeth were broken, his eyes were red and swollen, and he looked at the Turks who were rushing into the city. He suddenly looked up and shouted, "Dog bastard, I want your blood debt and blood compensation! Du Xiuyuan, order, the whole army retreat-"
"The army retreated—" Du Xiuyuan screamed, and the remaining Dahua generals roared together, gathered all their strengths, forced the retreat of the Huren in front of them, turned over and jumped the horse, turned and ran out of the city.
When the Turkic cavalry saw Dahua retreating, the long horn sounded and the whole camp was sounded. The horseshoes outside the city became louder. Numerous Turkic cavalry rushed in, passed through Wuyuan City, and pursued Dahua's remnants.
Lin Wanrong took Gao Chief and Hu Bugui to stay at the end, and when Gao Chief slashed five Hu people under the horse, Lin Wanrong gritted his teeth and said, "Two brothers, let's go!"
Hand fiction, hand fiction, text fiction,
The three turned on their horses, and the cold arrows behind them shot straight at the vest. The Hu people apparently recognized the "Dahua Lion Lion Right Marshal Lin San" who just shouted. The sound of the shout was endless, and his expression was extremely excited.
The Dahua remnants rushed ahead, and countless Hu people chased behind, on the vast desert. The two armies pulled out a long black line, which was spectacular.
Lin Wanrong turned to look around, Wan Ma Qiming behind him, and the Turkish cavalry chased like a bee. In the far city of Wuyuan, Turks are still entering. He turned his horse suddenly, and the steed vacated: "Du Xiuyuan, archery!"
Waiting at this moment, Du Xiuyuan's expression shook, and he took out an arrow in his arms.
"哧 " "哧 " Two screams cut through the sky, and in the desert sand, a few beautiful fireworks bloomed.
Lin Wanrong clenched his palms and waited quietly for the moment. At this moment, every minute and second was so long in his eyes.
"Boom--" "Boom--" These angers. Falling in Lin Wanrong's ears was as wonderful as Xianyin. The arrows fell, and Li Sheng's artillery shouted. The blossoming fireworks flickered and flew towards Wuyuan City. The retired Dahua remnants stopped involuntarily, their eyes flashed with excitement, and they gathered behind Lin Wanrong. Everyone looked at Wuyuan, and a thick cloud of black smoke rose into the sky. But there was no fire in imagination. At the moment of focus, there were several screams of shouts, and the artillery fire of Shenjiying seemed to have eyes. The center of Wuyuan City.
"Booming", the earth shook with a roar, and the sparkling fire dazzled the eyes. Wuyuan City was like a burning firecracker. The fires continued to shine, and huge clouds of smoke rose into the sky.
"One, two, three, four-" Lin Wanrong counted silently. The explosion was endless and the earthquake shook. Wuyuan in the distance was like a huge mushroom, and it was overturned by the fires. Countless warhorses, countless Turks, flew directly into the sky in a rumbling explosion, and turned into ghosts outside the sky. I couldn't hear their howling, I could not hear them shouting, all the sounds were lost in the sound of the explosion.
The Turks who had chased the city were stunned, looking at the blood-colored clouds of dust and flesh mixed behind them, and the horses under them were shaking. For the first time, they felt a sense of fear.
There are countless explosions and fires, one after another, and the desert seems to be separated into two parts, and the trembling feeling makes everyone look sideways.
Lin Wanrong's face was calm and his eyes were cold like Tianshan's ice and snow. He breathed a long breath, pulled out his long knife, and his throat was hoarse and angry: "The time for revenge has come! Don't give the Turkic people any chance, for the dead brother, kill Just them!-Rush-"
"Kill them all! Rush—" The soldiers who had just experienced the battle, accumulated a long period of grievances and anger, and the tragic situation of their brothers and brothers, even inspired their murderous spirit. At this moment of defeat, only blood is the best memorial service to the dead brother. The Dahua remnants turned their horses' heads, with red eyes, like the fiercest wolves, and went straight to the Turkic cavalry. 5, Lin Wanrong rushed to the front first, the wind whizzed past on both sides, the face of the tragic dead brother flashed in front of his eyes, he couldn't remember anything, and thought of a word in his heart-kill! Kill! Kill!
He didn't know where the strength came from. When he got into the Turkic people's pile, there was a slash, there was no technique, only one cut! It seemed that there was a strange and powerful force that instantly made him an invincible warrior. In his eyes, it was like the red rain flying in the desert, which was used to clean up the century-long shame of Dahua.
"Brother Lin is crazy—" Gao Gong muttered, his eyes were wet, and he suddenly yelled, "My mother is going to be crazy--" He killed the enemy one by one with one knife, and stood against each other with Lin Wanrong. After the sword fell, one Turk after another was chopped off by him.
This group of retired retired soldiers suddenly looked like they were reborn. They were extremely powerful, and they rushed towards the Turkic Cavalry. The momentum, the power, even the Turkic soldiers who were most capable of fighting, couldn't help it. Terrified.
"Kill—" Dust flies from the south, thousands of dragon flags are flying high, and a loud noise is heard. Hundreds of thousands of dahuas are like the dust and sand that are suddenly surging in the desert. Hu Hugui, who was rushing at the front, had a steed like a wind. His legs stood on the saddle, and the blood in his eyes made the Hu people tremble.
As soon as Dahua was washed away for a hundred years, it was at this moment!
Although the Turks are powerful, but the first part of the city is completely destroyed.The more than 20,000 riders in the front have been broken and have become lonely troops.In front of countless dahua elites who are like tigers and eager to wash their shame, they have No matter how great the combat power, there is nothing left in this long yellow sand.
Under the turmoil, the arm had already been swollen and painful, and he could never think of anything except waving his sword. He and the three chiefs, Du Xiuyuan, became the pioneers, and they went all the way, and his shirt was already stained with blood, and they couldn't see what they looked like.
There were countless adventures in the middle of the fight, and I was killed several times by the Hu Ren knife. Somehow, the last hit was always his action.
Zuo Qiu's Zuo Lu and Xu Xingqing's Chinese army arrived just in time, cutting the Hu people who chased out of the city into several sections of complete siege. The overall situation of this battle has been determined. The Hu people's first army was 60,000 troops, and the city of Wuyuan was reimbursed for 15,000. Most of the 20,000 people outside the city have been eliminated, and the small ones are still resisting, but they have not hindered the overall situation. It is a little regrettable that there are still more than 20,000 Turkic cavalry who have not had time to enter the city, including Turkic pioneer Nur Stud. In the fire of Wuyuan City, Nur Stud looked at the fierce killing on the opposite side, but never dared to trade any further.
"Happy, happy!" Hu Bugui's excited face flushed, the armor was already blood-stained, and the steel knife was rolled. He excitedly gestured: "I've played Lao Hu for so many years, and this is the best time to kill him. General Lin, you don't know, I have never seen such a desperate look from Turkic people! Forty thousand, forty thousand Huren Then, is there anything more pleasant than that ?! "
The first battle was able to wipe out more than 40,000 of the Turks' elites. This was really a great victory. This battle is famous all over the world. There is no doubt about it.
Lin Wanrong was so distraught that he faintly sighed, "Brother Hu, how much did our army lose ?!"
Hu Bugui looked gloomy: "Although we have a big advantage in this battle, the Hu people's combat power is really strong. Our army killed more than 10,000 people. Of these, more than 6,000 were your brothers who were stationed in Wuyuan."
Lin Wanrong gritted his teeth, and the orbital brakes turned red. High Chief and Du Xiuyuan were also silent.
"Brother Hu, how long will it take for the Turkic follow-ups?" He sighed long and asked hoarsely.
Hu Bugui said: "About two hours. The opposite Nanur Stud is waiting for the Hu's follow-up reinforcements. Xu Jun instructed us to quickly clear the battlefield and evacuate immediately to avoid frontal collision with the Turkic army."
Lin Wanrong nodded and looked around. After the war, all sides were messy, the smoke was billowing, the fire was splattering, and the blood was dripping with blood, which made the desert dust red. Far away, the long wooden boards lined up in a row, and the dry branches were set up below. The remains of the fallen soldiers were neatly placed together, with tens of thousands of troops standing still. Tears flickered as he stared at his comrades-in-arms.
Lin Wanrong tightened his palms and said, "Are all the brethren's remains collected?"
"Everyone who died in a war outside the city gathered in one place, and the remains were cleaned up." Hu Bugui's nose was sore: "I'm afraid I can't find anyone in Wuyuan City."
Fireworks in Gohara. It is the best memorial service to them. Lin Wanrong sighed and slowly walked towards the remains of the fallen soldiers.
The young faces flashed in front of them, familiarly. There are also unfamiliar. Although the remains have been sorted out, the miserable death is still shocking. They are both husbands and wives of their wives, and children of their parents. How many people are praying day and night and looking forward to their return safely? Where do they know that the dreamers they care about day and night have long been transformed into a pool of bones under the setting sun in the deep desert. Lin Wanrong's heart was like a knife twisting, two lines of tiger tears dripped silently, and he knelt to the ground silently, followed by Du Xiuyuan, Gao Jie and Hu Bugui. Tens of thousands of soldiers burst into tears, followed behind the coach, could not kneel.
After a long silence, Du Xiuyuan whispered: "General, the time has come, you can't let the remains of the brothers fall into the hands of the Hu people, please take the brothers for a ride.", Lin Wanrong breathed a long breath and took the torch in the hands of Du Xiuyuan. As soon as he gritted his teeth, the torch was thrown into a dead branch, and the raging fire spread slowly from near to far, devouring the young faces. Since then, tens of thousands of heroes have been added to the depths of the desert.
Hu Bugui said: "General, we are about to evacuate, but we have seized tens of thousands of warhorses of the Hu people. Due to time constraints, there are still more than 5,000 difficult to tame, and we will not take them away for another time. What should we do? ? "
"What to do?" Lin Wanrong snorted, his eyes flashed coldly: "One stitch, one thread, one grass and one tree, never left to the Turkic people!"
Hu looked at him with a puzzled look, and Lin Wanrong squeaked with his fists: "The Turkic horses that are difficult to tame, all beheaded and killed on the spot, and the army officers and soldiers are working. Turkic people are fierce, we must be even more fierce than him! "
"Okay, that's it! I had a weak loss before Dahua!" Hu Bugui yelled, his eyes flashed sharply.
Turkic Malaysia has a well-deserved reputation. Although it has experienced the horrors of war, it still has a solid footsteps and a strong hoof. But they are wild and difficult to tame for a while.
Watching thousands of Turkic warhorses screaming in front of his eyes, Hu Bugui's old face flushed with excitement, and slaughtered the Huran warhorse like cutting cabbage. That is what he dreamed of. He also told Huren to look at my Dahua's fierceness ~ www.mtlnovel .com ~ Ready— "Hu Bugui's eyes flickered fiercely, and his big hand waved vigorously:" Cut-"
"Cut-" Tens of thousands of generals shouted together, and five thousand Turkic horses hissed for a long time, and immediately they were in a different place, and the blood on the sky reflected the sunset in the sky.
Lin Wanrong stepped on his horse and looked at the passionate soldier in front of him, and suddenly he felt a strong sense of responsibility.
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"Go—" He yelled, turned the horse's head, and walked ahead. Tens of thousands of troops stepped on their horses, followed the coach behind, and left in absolute dust, countless majestic figures slowly disappeared into the depths of the desert dust ...
Five thousand Turkic horses had different heads and dried up blood. In the setting sun shrouded in sand and mist, five thousand horse heads were neatly lined up in two big words that trembled the enemy-"Dahua"!
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